[This place sucks, Yuka-tan. Let's grab Mr. Perfect and blow this Popsicle joint.]

Junpei didn't like dying. Before last night, he'd been there, done that and gotten the damn t-shirt. When he died again last night, it'd been different. It's been Chidori's death, not his own, that he'd experienced. He thought that would be the end of it, no matter how much it sucked, but his nurse decided to answer his questions that morning.

Chidori was gone. Yes, he'd felt it deep inside, that she'd died when he died the previous night, but to hear it... And then he asked about the rest of S.E.E.S. The squirt was gone. Both senpai were too. He couldn't even ask about Minato, not knowing what the nurses called him. At least Yukari was still there; he didn't know what he'd do if she'd disappeared or died too.

The junior sat at a table, elbows propped up, with his forehead resting against his hands. What were they going to do? What was he going to do? Chidori was gone. He'd known she could be taken from him again in a moment's notice, but he thought he'd have more time than this.

Tears pattered onto the table. He really, really, really needed a hug.